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Theseus was beautiful, when he talked, when he smiled, when he frowned. Every single movement, every change in his expression showed clearly the beauty his charactersitics held. The straight and long nose, the lilac vibrant eyes, cold and distant, the snow white hair that fell lazily in front of his face and that little scar horizontally on his nose, pinkish and small, seen only if someone paid close attention. Theseus was beautiful, even when he simply stood expressionless he shone and Allias always admired that beauty of his, the coldness and elegance in his stance. The spark in his eyes, as he seemed to be wary of everything.